Mother Americana
[Warmup line for no baby blubbering]no background noise whatever but midnightcowboy, a dank sense of vernacular:that Americana myth of motheringI plagiarized [every hint of love]the rough kind, the dirtiest, sparkling slitsin the diamond eyes of the maker, starstuffin the god sky, flat hand to assat the backsassing articulationof my needs, inherited all of that—[less the sheen] I’m still a decent mother.